Searching for Spring….

There comes a point when the winter blues finally wear me out. I feel them hit in January and I simply acknowledge them. “Hello, how are you? Been a while since I saw you. Making your yearly trip through my mind..” etc. etc. Ocassionally snow days will lift the blues because for a while there is a reason for the cold and wet… and the children are all very happy and excited as well. This year though, no snow.

But then, February hits, and I begin to grow impatient. I know Spring is still far away, but I am growing tired of feeling glum. After the post about January Funk, the cold weather returned and I have NOT gotten the peas in the ground, and only a portion of my flower beds have been raked.

At some point, I finally get fed up with myself. And that point occurred this weekend. So I dragged myself outside and began hunting for signs of spring. The pussy willow and forsythia are thick with buds finally!… so I snipped branches to bring in. Then I noticed there were still inches of leaves covering my front flower beds. We did a fine job of clearing the yard of the gallons of leaves our 3 ancient oaks drop, but the front beds were still matted. I did the side beds in January. So I began to rake.. huge piles of leaves removed, and there are crocus buds, and anemone buds and of course daffodil and narcissi coming up. Yippee..